Cold Hearted

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                           ~Ida's POV~

      My whole body hurts more than I thought it would today from a mix of PE second period and last night. It feels like something horrible invaded between my legs when that's not the case at all. This morning had to have been the most awkward morning ever between what happened with my mom and then my dad.
        5 Hours Ago:
    I wince as J walk down the stairs, keeping my hair down so it covers my neck in case of any hickeys. My mom comes out of nowhere behind the corner, stopping me in my tracks.
"Morning," she says. I force a small smile. "What was that noise coming from your room last night?" She asks, looking genuinely concerned.
"W-What noise?" I ask. I thought we were quiet, well that I was quiet, he didn't make much noise.
   "It sounded like you were hurt," she says. Only in the beginning. I shake my head, clearing my throat. My dad comes down the stairs in uniform, stopping when he sees my mom and I. He opens his mouth to say something, but she shouts him a glare. "Not now."
    "I'll drive you to school," he tells me. There a hint of something in his voice that I can't pinpoint, which makes me even more nervous.
    "I can walk." He grabs his keys.
    "It's too hot out to walk all that way. Don't be stubborn and just let me drive you." Someone's still in a pissy mood.
Present:
"What happened last night?" Eliza asks, catching up next to me as I start towards the exit gate. Do I tell her everything or nothing? I don't think there's an in-between for this.
"Nothing. I just wasn't feeling good," I lie. I still suck at that.
"You looked like you wanted to cry...Did Santi say something to you?" She asks, eyes widening. I fall silent. "What did he say? I know he's been an asshole lately, but I just wasn't expecting that."
"He's not an asshole," I defend. Her well-done eyebrows raise. "He's just going through a lot. And no, he didn't say anything to me." He actually said a lot. Her eyes narrow in suspicion, but she drops the subject.
"Ouuuu! Look at that!" A familiar voice cat calls our way. Eliza rolls her eyes, looking up at Junior whose leaning against the wall with a few other older looking guys. The only other one I recognize is Santi. He stands against one of the guy's car with his hands tucked in his pockets.
His eyes find mine. A small smile grows on his face when he looks me up and down. He taps the side of his neck with a grin. My eyes widen as I cover my neck with my hair to cover whatever mark he left from last night. His chuckle only makes one other man look his way, but he doesn't question it.
"You got yourself a fine one," The guy who yelled says, gesturing to Eliza whose cuddling against Junior. He kisses the top of her head.
"Back off," Junior says with humor. At least he's not one of those guys who automatically get angry when someone else compliments their girl. One of the guys looks my way, making me tense. I'm not like my dad, but being around gang members that I don't know isn't the most comforting. However, I know that if it wasn't safe, Santi would me pulling me far away.
"Whose this?" He asks. I look down, swallowing down my nerves.
"Eliza's friend, Ida," Junior answers. Santi glares at his best friend as if he didn't want him to know who I was. The thought makes me nervous. Maybe they aren't "good" like Junior and Santi.
"You're cute." Cute. That makes me feel very confident...not. I'm seventeen, I shouldn't be cute anymore, although I know it's true. I'm not childlike, but I'm definitely not the most mature looking. I get often mistaken for a thirteen-year-old and I dress like every day is Sunday morning at church. Eliza has tried time and time again to try and make me "look my age", but I never feel comfortable with it. I'm comfortable with how I look until someone else mentions it.
"Thanks," I say shyly, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"I didn't mean that in a rude way, you just look innocent in a sexy way," he says. I gasp at his words. Santi straightens up, his jaw clenching.
"Brett, stop," he tells him. I want to run over and hide behind him. I would have rather him left it at thinking's I'm cute. "Come on," he yells me, walking over and grabbing my wrist.
"Come on, you didn't tell me she was yours, man," the man, Brett tells him. Santi just pulls me away from the group. I trip over my feet as he yanks me along his side, making me trip over my own feet. He stops at his car, opening the door for me. I get in without question, excited to be alone with him again. Part of me was a little worried that he would act like nothing happened last night because of his...old ways? How do I know if they aren't old?
I'm not a stranger to knowing his past acquaintances. Half this damn school has at least messed around with him, had red with him, or fantasized about it (they don't talk very quiet), and that's only this school. I'm sure it's the same with the girls that hang around the gang. He doesn't even remember who he lost his virginity to, he never had sober sex. Wait, was he sober last night?
He seemed sober but smelled like alcohol. I just assumed it was because he was at the party and the smell rubbed off on him, but what if he was drunk and that's why he opened up to me? Could it have been just liquid courage? The thought of him not remembering us having sex makes me feel nauseous.
He runs around the car and gets in, immediately turning on the air once the engine starts. I feel my heart pound hard in my chest. As he drives forward out of his parking spot, I start making circles on my knee. A small smile grows on his lips as he gives me a quick glance.
"What?" I ask, trying to keep my cheeks from blushing.
"You really are cute," he says. I roll my eyes, sitting back into the seat. The smile fades as he focuses on the road ahead. No one is out, probably because of the unbearable heat. Not even the kids are playing in the front yards. By midsummer, everyone will have gotten used enough to the weather and start their barbecues and summer activities.
"Where are you going?" I ask. He shrugs, thumb tapping the wheel.
"I don't know," he says. I look out my window, resting my head against the warm glass. My leg flinches as Santi places his hand on my thigh, pulling it closer towards him to get a better grip. It's a comforting action, but I would rather him have both hands on the wheel. It sparks fear in me, but I don't want to make him move it away.
      "Can I ask you something?" I ask. He nods, pulling in the parking lot of the park. We unbuckle ourselves but stay in place. "Wha made you come over last night?"
   "I told you, I wanted to explain what happened," he says. I relax a little, letting out a deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding.
    "Good," I say. His brows furrow.
    "What? Did you think I didn't remember?" I don't say anything, not wanting to offend him. "I wasn't drunk. You should know better than that."
    "I do," I say, turning my body towards him. His elbow rests on the decider, hands clenching out of habit. "I was just...I don't know. You said you didn't even remember-"
    "You aren't those other girls," he says, his jaw ticking. I was expecting him to be this mad about my question. Maybe I just shouldn't have asked it. "I've never screwed your over, you're not nothing to me. I remember every detail about last night; there wasn't a trace of alcohol in my system. I didn't like the other girls I've been with; what happened last night, that was different."
     His words mean more to me than I think he knows. This is the first time I've been with someone in this way and he makes me feel insecure. That sounds bad, but it's only because of his past. It's unfair of me to think this way, but I can't help it and probably won't be able to for a while. He's hot, the girls that go after him are "sexy", and I'm...cute.
"I'm sorry if I made you feel like I think lowly of you," I say. He gives me a soft smile, leaning in. My gaze drops down his full lips. Racking my hand to his face, I trace the small scar on his bottom lip. His body is covered in scars, big and small; maybe one day I'll be lucky enough to know the stories of how they got there...or maybe I don't want to know.
The thought of him ever getting hurt makes me feel sick. He doesn't deserve any of the pain he's endured in the past and recently. We all know on the inside he's not cut out for the things he does, but on the outside, he looks the part. Clever as the devil, and twice as pretty.
He closes the space between us, his kiss soft and firm all at once. My body practically melts into the seat as I sigh into his mouth. Our tongues dance with one another's. His fingers slip into my hair, brushing it back. It feels so good to be able to show my affection towards him after keeping my feelings in for so long. His were I always on his sleeve, but somehow this makes it more obvious how much he likes me.
"We have to drop my sister's real quick," he mumbles. I pull back, biting my lip. He's left me breathless, but I'm trying to act normal.
"Okay," I say. "Why didn't you just drive there instead of stopping of stopping here?" His face turns bright red.
"Buying time."
"Why?" I ask. He looks at me with wide eyes. He suddenly looks like a terrified child who just walked in on their parents.
"I don't want to explain that. I might get sick just thinking of it."

AN: Sorry for the delay, I haven't been feeling good at all these last few days, so I haven't been wanting or able to write. The next chapter will be a lot better than this one, hopefully, I promise. What happened with Amor, Adriel, and Luz will be discussed 😂 I really hope you guys enjoyed!
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PS: For those of you who loved Ever, this is what he looked like in this book (when he got older) 😍😍